I am 15 years old now

When I first ran away, it was the end of July, 2003. I was 14 years old. I couldn't take my life at home anymore. My parents were always running my life and telling me what I can and can't do. I wanted things my own way...I ended up going to 3 of my friends' houses hoping they'd never catch me. I didn't have that much money with me and I wondered how I was going to make it. When it go dark, I didn't know where to sleep. I finally called my parents and went home but they never let that day go. I wanted to though.

When I went to school, my friend Cassandra and I would always skip classes just for the fun of it. At least that's what she thought. The real reason I wanted to get away because I was always harrassed by other students. It hurt me so much everyday. I started hanging with the bad crowd and starting doing things I knew I shouldn't be doing. So when me and her would run away from school we would have the thrill of our lives. Going through shopping centers or just having fun being around the neighborhoods was all I need to feel better about myself.

Apparently, I never learned my lesson. I ran away from home a second time. I went to a friend who I thought I could trust. My friend Michael. I was suicidal at the time so I could have killed myself when I had the chance. I don't know why I really ran way that day. I wanted to get away from my parents I guess. Do you ever have parents who think will never understand you? I do. I couldn't stay at home. I don't live with my brothers and sisters and I'm an only child at home. It's like everyday they push me away and push me more and more towards running away again. It's hard to take because I tried so many ways to get away from it. Anyways, when I went to Michael's house he called my parents. He said he didn't want anything to happen to me. I guess I could give him credit for caring. But it was hard to go back knowing nothing would ever change between my parents and me.

The third time, yes, there was a third time, I run away again. I could have been kidnapped or raped while walking on the busy streets of North Carolina.To make a long story short. It was the first time I was caught by the cops. If I run away again I would be sent to juvenile hall. I was sent back home and things here at home or at school has never changed. I can't runaway again but even if I could I've learned my lesson. And everyone else should too. It never pays to run away from home. You can't run away from the problems that you have. Only you can solve them.

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